Chapter 437: Haunted? Haunted by gods
When many water friends flocked to the Li Erniu live broadcast room.
Li Erniu, who was in the desert temple and sleeping in the arms of God of the Desert, was stunned for a moment.
"No, buddy, I'm sleeping in the arms of this turtle-like guy, why did you make me haunted?"
As he spoke, Li Erniu stretched his face, looked at the live broadcast room, and glanced at his surroundings with his peripheral vision.
No problem!
The sand is still blown by the breeze, the temple is still dilapidated, and the embrace of God of the Desert is still warm...
Wait?!
Li Erniu, as if he had realized something, jumped violently.
While rolling, he came to the door of the desert temple, looked at the dilapidated God of the Desert, and swore.
"Holy crap, this thing is alive?!"
Under the attention of nearly a million live broadcasters, God of the Desert, which was originally standing on the altar, began to shake.
Then, streaks of flesh and blood began to wrap around God of the Desert's body, wrapping and transforming them, and finally turned into the appearance of a turtle.
"Destined person... did you wake me up?!"
This God of the Desert muttered to himself at this moment.
However, Li Erniu ran away the next moment.
Second Stage's strength was revealed at this moment, and his speed was extremely fast.
In the sky filled with yellow sand, a lonely skeleton carried the moonlight and quickly ran away into the distance, cursing as it ran.
"Damn it, I'm confused, that's why I agreed to stay here.
I haven't forgotten..."
Halfway through, Li Erniu continued to run wildly.
If he didn't have a human calculator now, I'm afraid he would have already attached Witchcraft to help him go a little faster.
He can't handle the resurrection of the gods, even if it's fake!
[No, why did Li Erniu run away?]
[Hahaha, you are new here and you don't know. When the anchor was sleeping just now, his sleeping position was a bit weird!.]
[Weird? How weird can it be? He is just a skeleton and will not displease the gods!]
[What if the anchor puts his feet down and hangs on this so-called desert city?
By the way, the anchor even kicked God of the Desert's crotch a few times before lying down on it, saying he wanted to feel if the sculpture was stable!]
[Holy shit, would anyone really do such an outrageous thing?]
[No wonder you say that the anchor's live broadcast room is haunted, because this god is just a ghost to the anchor.]
[Hahaha, if Li Erniu doesn't run away, he will turn into a ghost next. No, he may not even turn into a ghost.]
All kinds of words were flying in the live broadcast room, but more people were curious about what the so-called desert city was.
Many people even united and persuaded Li Erniu to go back and take a look.
However, Li Erniu, who ran from night to sunrise, was unwilling to go back even if he died.
"One of my strengths is not that I am willing to give, nor that I am good at running, but that I am afraid of death!"
With that said, Li Erniu lay down next to a rock that he finally found and began to rest.
Although he is a skeleton, running still consumes his own mental strength!
By the way, he wanted to know if anyone else among the friends who ascended with him has awakened?
[Anchor, there is no one at the moment. We checked several times and the only lights on in the live broadcast room are you and Zhuge Buliang!]
[Zhuge Buliang speculates that the world may have collapsed, which is why there was such a big shaking.
But... he has no way to guarantee that this guess is correct, after all... this era seems to be dead?]
Along with the appearance of this barrage.
All the water friends in the entire live broadcast room began to fall into silence.
Yes.
They feel an inexplicable pressure.
They were supposed to be time travelers who happily spent a thousand years.
At this moment, it seems to be affected by some kind of power and is ending in a weird, twisted and chaotic state.
However, many people have guessed it, but they dare not say it out loud.
"Hey! Okay, then I will practice hard on my own. Maybe I can ascend again and have a longer lifespan. Maybe I can find them..."
Li Erniu sighed, sat cross-legged and began to try to absorb the free Transcendent Power around him.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that the death energy in the desert was particularly gloomy, as if there was a kind of life that was constantly being released, and as if there was a source that was constantly attracting him.
Soon, Li Erniu began to fall into practice.
However, what he didn't notice was that there was a small flesh ball in his corner staring at him, seeming to be imitating his movements or exploring some kind of mystery.
Turtlefolk Race tribe.
"According to my personal calculation...First-Layer World is likely to have collapsed.
But I don't know why it collapsed. It may be because of changes in the laws, or it may be the action of the legendary gods!"
Zhuge Buliang, who was in the huge tent, told "Turtle Immortal" everything he knew.
His eyes are pious and unadulterated.
Of course, the live broadcast room that could provide him with impurities has been closed by him.
The water friends in the live broadcast room dared to say anything, and there were even several water friends who didn't take it too seriously and instigated a fight with this old turtle.
Can you beat it?
It is estimated that if you go up and start the attack, you will be shot into blood mist before you have time to deal damage.
"The world is falling apart..."
The old turtle murmured to himself as he moved his body to the window sill.
He looked at the desert in the distance, as if he was remembering something.
After a long time, a long sigh suddenly echoed throughout the tent.
"When I heard that you ascended from First-Layer World, I didn't believe it, but the aura on your body said it all.
But now First-Layer World has collapsed... I still feel like a dream, as if I don't want to accept it!"
The old turtle said something specious, but Zhuge Buliang on the side raised the alert in his heart to the highest level.
According to his personal experience in dealing with things, if someone is making a grand narrative, then the next step is to target him or him.
"So... it doesn't light up. I want to trouble you with one thing, that is to see if there is a way to return to First-Layer World.
Whether it's collapse, destruction, or some other accident, maybe there will be some treasures left in that world?!"
As he said that, the old turtle's old eyes stared at Zhuge Buliang quietly.
Zhuge Buliang, who is extremely resistant in his heart, believes in one thing.
If I dare to say no here today, I'm afraid it will turn into blood mist the next moment.
After all... the plan has begun to be implemented, and First-Layer World has collapsed.
His availability has begun to decrease.